Family Feud Lyrics

[Verse 1 – Drake]Super Bowl goalsI’m at the crib with Puff, he got Kaepernick on the phoneHe in a whole different modeAngel hair at 2AM for being HOVJust to show them how I treat the city like my humble abodeAyy, tell me if TD bank is approving loansI’m thinking about paying Wayne what Universal owesMy n—a spend a lifetime going platinum and goldHe should own half of the label, s–t outta controlSomebody get Larry Jackson on the phoneI need some ownership if we pressing go‘Cause business is booming on behalf of meI need a bite outta the Apple like Adam and EveWe gon’ have to break the billi’ curseI need my paper long like “A Milli” verseOr, too long like a sentence from a Philly judgeF–k is the point in all the beefing when we really bloodNobody wins when the family feuds, n—aEverybody gotta eat, we can’t exclude n—-sI make the crib, expanding pools, and expanding roomsAdding Hammam Spas with tanning booths, n—aThat’s truth, no boost, n—aBut this isn’t all about calling truceI’m still dishing out verbal abuseThat s–t could get re-introduced if somebody got something they urging to prove, n—aInspiring to the youthNew Years Eve, looking like a royal flushWait, we all in the same suitI’m hall of fame in the booth, n—aMy Karma making the news, n—aThis pudding taste like the proof, n—aIf I ever see Trump he better salute n—-sMuch as we do n—aFor real

[Verse 2 – Lil Wayne]I could care less about the squadI don’t connect when I’m flyingI’m on a jet and it’s mineI just hope the weather is fineI took the jet to DubaiI took the jet to MilanI took the jet way to AfricaShoutout my n—a AkonYour b—h sweating my squadPlease get the sweat out her eyeI put the d–k in her spineI f—-d the b—h in her primeDon’t get my credit declinedGive all the credit to momsI flipped the bird at the birdHey whats for dinner? PopeyesThese chickens got bird fluAnd they chirp, chirp too

Always sung, never flewThese boys hide girls tooIf money grow on trees, I climb and rest in that b—hBuild a treehouse and knocked the bird nest out that b—hStuck my neck out and s–tThen got the heck out that s–tAnd when I did, I took the special effect out of that s–tTunechi F ’round this b—hThe best thing left ’round this b—hAll you n—-s some b—–s, I feel like Hef ’round this b—hYou call her StephanieI call her Steph ’round this b—hNow back to whipping the babyOn some step mama s–tI come direct with my s–tI come correct with my s–tA blank check on your facePut some respect on my s–tBranches starting to shakeHere comes the leaves, get the rakeI want my piece of the cakeAnd she’ll be sweeter than cakeHere come the leaves, get the rakeAnd we ain’t leaving the rakeWe made the cleaners escape

Although I bleeped in your faceYou playing with the right one todayYour flag is a white one todayYou wearing them tight ones todayCheck me a right one todayYou playing with fire todayThe Angel and Lion are greatsOn my god, lightning striking twice in this placeShould we make a wish or should we make it right in this place?All these mother f—–g beef, I need some rice on this plateTalked to your wifey today, she feeling trifling she sayTalked to the sniper, he sayHe aiming at diapers todayPick you off like picking peppers, Peter Piper todaySo tell your squad I say “BLAOW” like Spice1 would sayIt’s Mortal Kombat tonight, it’s Street Fighter today

I’m Major Bison, Drizzy lit like Raiden light up the placeYou see blue face hundreds ’til you white in the faceOh my god, it feel like I done life in this placeBut swear to god, I got money doing life in my safePut on the gloves like MJ, go from OG to OJI make you pay attention then rip your receipt in your faceThis for Cita and NaeThis for my people and BAEI got three sons of a gunThem n—-s keep me on safeHold upI am the black god to the churchI am the fat boy to dessertI am the landlord to the firstGot two bangers, one of them go “boutta boom”One of them go “boutta bing”I taught these hoes how to loveI taught these boys how to leanI’m hiding the sky in her twinkle

The eyes don’t lie until you blink themKeep the iron for the wrinklesThe mansion came with the sprinklersI want Arabian wealthYou snakes come make me a beltYeah, you know life is a movie, you n—-s playing yourselfD–n, that’s some sick s–tYeah, yeah, yeahI want Arabian wealthYou snakes come make me a beltIt’s every man for themselvesIt’s every baby for saleAnd you know life is a movie, you n—-s rating yourselfI just hope there’s a point to watch you p—–s play with yourselvesThat’s some sick s–t